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The Lion's Head.
ON WITCECRAFT, No. II.
The imputed Attributes of THE OLD Actors. By ELLA.... 305 Witches, with the Ceremonics
311 To Celia....
376 of Initiation....
Additions to Lord Orford's Royal and
Queen Elizabeth ; Charles I. ;
Henry Booth, Lord Delamer.. 387 ALLAN-A-Maut. With Ballads.
Report of Music...
390 Tales of Lyddalcross, No. IV.. 321 The Drama
395 THE EARLY French POETS.
Abstract of Foreign and Domestic
397 331 The Devil's Ladder.....
Bonthly Register. Homer's Hymn to Ceres.
55 Leisure Hours, No. VII....... 340 Horticultural Report
57 The Old White Hat and the Old Commercial Report.. Grey Mare.....
350 Works preparing for Publication and Brief Observations upon Brevity.... 359
Bankruptcies and Sequestrations 65–67 BEAUTIES OF THE LIVING Drs
Births, Marriages, and Deaths.....
Comedy. By Sir L-8-.. 362 Observations on the Weather, for Feb. 09 The Rose in January..
369 Meteorological Journal, for Feb..... 70 To an Abscntee.
375 Patents, Markets, Stocks, &c. ... 71--74
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THE LION'S HEAD.
Frank Stanley is requested to accept our thanks, the only return we can make for the trouble he has taken.
Scriptor's paper is too heavy,-it cost 45. 7d. an ounce from Liverpool. We look for very light articles from anonymous contributors who forget to pay the postage.
Vindex should have had an answer last month, but the matter quite slipped out of our Head. His paper lies for him at our publishers'.
The three Sonnets translated from the Italian are scarcely good enough for our acceptance. We would rather receive tolerable originals than bad translations.
Minor's “Conflagration," exhibits some power, but it is too unequal for us to give more than extracts.
Sometimes, indeed, his “ words that burn" go a step on the other side of the sublime:
Blazing, it threaten'd to light up the morn,
We really did not know before that “ Juvenile was handed down to pose terity as an author much read by the Romans.” He was, no doubt, the Mr. Newbery of their day. For this information we are indebted to Bs, and not less so for his candour in pointing out one fault in our Magazine, that “ the London is too full of Literature.” We are glad it is no worse, and have no doubt that, with Bs's assistance, we shall be able, when necessary, to ren. der it quite otherwise,
Centaur on Riding seems to have been inspired by the King's Mews. If he had as much of it as Charles at Charing-cross, he would be glad to feel his own feet again. Riding, however (we do not mean C.'s paper), is a very good exercise.
1. H. H.'s Letters from are clever but dangerous. They are so sprinkled with private anecdote, that we should be obliged to print many passages in asterisks, to avoid other risks more easily understood. We wish that 1. H. H. before he writes again, would consider what Winifred Jenkins says:
“ If God had not given me a good stock of discretion, what a power of things might I not reveal concerning young Mistress and old Mistress." The following is almost the only extract of his paper which we can give with safety :
We have the Judges here trumpeting up and down the streets like a couple of recruiting officers. And the country ladies are so bewitched with the causes at Nisi Prius, that they sit there all day, fanning themselves red, over an action on a Bill of Exchange. O! the pleasures of the assize! The black cap, the javelin men, the hanging sentence, the Sheriff's ball! You who live at London, and those distant parte, have no more idea of the splendours of our place at such a time, than W-has of Quadrilles. Mrs. Sup the town has been robbed of a gravy spoon, and no one has yet discovered the robber-so that we all live in blessed fear of a penny Marr, or a twopenny Williamson. We make the most of every thing. If the thief transpires, you shall hear.
We are indebted to the kindness of various hands for the following, which we cannot mention in any other way:- The Murderer's Dream, and Sonnet by H. L.-To a Lady on her Birth-day, and Verses, by W. H. C.-Song, by J. H.-On Oaths.-Song, by W. C.-Song, by T. W.-Z. A.--Sonnet, by J. A. G.-M. M.-Verax.—“ Feet and Heels.”—Plutarch, jun.
Several Correspondents who desire private answers, will receive them on application at our Publishers'.
THE OLD ACTORS. The artificial Comedy, or Comedy fictitious half-believed personages of of manners, is quite extinct on our the stage (the phantoms of old comedy) stage. Congreve and Farquhar show we recognise ourselves, our brothers, their heads once in seven years only aunts, kinsfolk, allies, patrons, eneto be exploded and put down instant- mies,—the same as in life, - with an ly. The times cannot bear them. interest in what is going on so hearIs it for a few wild speeches, an oc- ty and substantial, that we cannot afa casional licence of dialogue?' I think ford our moral judgment, in its deepnot altogether. The business of their est and most vital results, to coma dramatic characters will not stand promise or slumber for a moment. the moral test. We screw every What is there transacting, by no thing up to that. Idle gallantry in modification is made to affect us in a fiction, a dream, the passing pa- any other manner than the same, geant of an evening, startles us in events or characters would do in our the same way as the alarming indi, relationships of life. We carry our cations of profligacy in a son or ward fire-side concerns to the theatre with in real life should startle a parent or We do not go thither, like our guardian. We have no such middle ancestors, to escape from the presemotions as dramatic interests left. sure of reality, so much as to confirm We see a stage libertine playing his our experience of it; to make assurloose pranks of two hours' duration, ance double, and take a bond of fate. and of no after consequence, with We must live our toilsome lives twice, the severe eyes which inspect real over, as it was the mournful privivices with their bearings upon two lege of Ulysses to descend twice to worlds. We are spectators to a plot the shades. All that neutral ground or intrigue (not reducible in life to of character which stood between the point of strict morality) and take vice and virtue ; or which, in fact, it all for truth. We substitute a real was indifferent to neither, where nei for a dramatic person, and judge him ther properly was called in question--, accordingly. We try him in our that happy breathing-place from the courts, from which there is no appeal burden of a perpetual moral ques. to the dramatis personæ, his peers.' tioning—the sanctuary and quiet, We have been spoiled with—not sen- Alsatia of hunted casuistry—is broken timental comedy-but a tyrant far up and disfranchised as injurious to. more pernicious to our pleasures the interests of society. The privi-, which has succeeded to it,—the ex- leges of the place are taken away by clusive and all-devouring drama of law. We dare not dally with images common life ; where the moral point or names of wrong. We bark like is every thing ; where, instead of the foolish dogs at shadows. We dread
• Vide No. XXVI. p. 174. Vol. V.